Real update later.

Posted for the sake of a post, and it's utter randomness:
Dreams I had last night.

A man in a hospital, where I was a doctor, got steven spielberg to give him crazy powers in a locker room, and then went on a killing spree throughout the hospital. He could turn into a dog, and the only way to kill him was to burn him. Eventually, I was on the first floor of the hospital and it went on lockdown at the first floor, basically dooming everyone on the floors above. Then the door to the elevator on the first floor was boobytrapped to shoot flames if it got down to the first floor. And my dad was dying of some crazy disease but wouldn't see a doctor. He also bought a badass computer 3 months ago, but never told me about it. I found it running as a server in the garage and he said he never told me about it because he didn't feel I needed to know about it or use it.

Weirdness!

Fading everything into black & blue
You look a lot like you'd shatter
In the blink of an eye
But you keep sailing right on through
Every time you say you're learning
You just look a lot like me
Pale under the blistering sky
White & red       black& blue

You've been waiting a long time
To fall down on your knees
Cut your hands
Cut yourself until you bleed
But fall asleep next to me

Wait for everyone to go away
And in a dimly lit room
Where you got nothing to hide
Say your goodbyes
Tell yourself we'll read a note that says,
"I'm sorry everyone.
I'm tired of feeling nothing. Goodbye."
Wash your face       dry your eyes

Cause you've been waiting a long time
To fall down on your knees
Cut your hands
Cut yourself until you bleed
But fall asleep next to me
And have a dream
I'm falling down on my face
I scrape my knees
I scrape my hands until they bleed
Cause you're fast asleep next to me

Counting Crows - Black and Blue

Alright, real update now. And THIS time I won't close the browser before I click publish.

First things first. I still don't have a new major, but am now leaning heavily towards Journalism. This major gets the Hardin Family Seal of Approval, and I wouldn't mind doing it. Plus, I'd have enough time to pick up a Poli Sci minor, or maybe even a Creative Writing major on top of that. We'll have to wait and see, but for now it looks like Journalism major with a Poli Sci minor (since a minor is required with the journalism major).

I'm still working on my Keenspace site, though I do have the comics and archives up. The site works, but it will take much effort in order for it look as I desire...and by God, it will!

I'm currently reading The Salmon of Doubt, a book of published writings by Douglas Adams. It contains his last, unfinished book scavenged from numerous files on his computer. For some odd reason, it's taking me forever to read. I've been such an unmotivated bastard as of late. Oh well.

I think that's about it for now...need to work on my comic some more. Adios.

Update time! Because I've been lazy.
I had a big update typed out here, but I lost the post due to stupidity, so you'll settle for this: I'll update tomorrow. too tired to retype it all.

goodnight

Quick update. Carly rocks the house. Always. Thank you, that is all.

For safety's sake, please keep both hands on the keyboard at all times. Nothing bad can come of keeping your hands busy.

At any rate, here I am, looking to babble into this thing and make a coherent paragraph or two. Or maybe not so coherent. I don't know. Regardless, I'm here. Pow!

My online comic I can't draw is going to be moved soon to a Keenspace site. It's a great, free service to help out people with online comics. It should improve the organization situation. So, I'm looking foward to that.

Tomorrow, also, I'm going to look at a ridiculously cheap, still-under-warranty Galant GTZ...since at present I really don't have a car (in case you were wondering, the reason for this is a) the talon isn't trustworthy. b)the lease ran out on the maxima I was driving c)I'm currently driving my sister's accord while she shares a car with my parents back home).

I saw Minority Report a few nights ago...it was very entertaining, but had a few plot holes in it. At any rate, I don't regret having spent money on it...and that's really all I ask.

Stupid self-serving part of journal coming next. Just a warning. Don't read it unless you want to go "huh?". This is my journal, and I'll be as vague and confusing and moronic as I damn well please.

Why do I do this to myself? it never does me any good. go backrehashrelive what I never lived in the first place. self-serving pity stolen from others. what the fuck. what do i get out of it? nothing. just want to shred fucking EVERYTHING and dissappear for awhile, because i know that will bring me all of the idiotic pain i desire in the first place. been getting worse lately, reading chains embedded in cement bricks to bind to my ankles and head. here i am, it's 3am, and i'm tiredawake and fighting away and grinding music through my flesh and into my bones in hopes of eliciting a definitive feeling. what self-serving worthless part of me is making me do this? why has it been making me do this for so long? hollow...everything's hollow. me. my voice. my intentions. my head. want to yell and fill the air with rage but i know i'll do what i do best. nothing. must.stop.being.such.a.waste.and.get.a.fucking.SPINE.

just another day,
let the sun bake me.
just another night
let the lines forsake me.

Just a note: Mom, I love you, but fuck. off. We all forget things. Because I forgot something does not mean I need to change everything in my life. Yeah, I've fucked up in the past. But not all improvements in my life are seen by you. Because that's how I want it. So, again, I love you, but fuck. off.

metallic taste
metallic shine
metallic love
all down the line

can you feel it
raise these welts
can you heal it
wounding helps

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look at me, i'm really a teenager. argh.